LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeWhen The Whip Comes Down
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)Yeah, mama and papa told meI was crazy to stayI was gay in New YorkA fag in L.A.So I saved my moneyAnd I took a planeWherever I go they treat me the sameWhen the whip comes downWhen the whip comes downWhen the whip comes downWhen the whip comes downI'm going down fifty-third streetAnd they're spitting in my faceI'm learning the ropesYeah I'm learning a tradeThe east river truckersAre churning with trashI make so much moneyThat I'm spending so fastWhen the whip comes downWhen the whip comes downWhen the whip comes downWhen the whip comes downWhen the shit hits the fanI'll be sitting on the canWhen the whip comes downYeah, some called me garbageWhen I was sleeping on the streetI never rollAnd I never cheatI'm filling a needI'm plugging a holeMy mama's so gladI ain't on the doleWhen the whip comes downWhen the whip comes downWhen the whip comes downWhen the whip comes down(Yeah, go ahead check it out)Yeah, baby, when the whip comes downWhen the whip comes down(I'll be running this town, I'll tell you)When the shit hits the fanI'll be sittin on the can
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